Reclaiming His Bride (DiCarlo Brides book 3) (The DiCarlo Brides) Read Online Free

Women are an awful lot of fun and hassle mixed together, aren’t they?” Alex grinned at him “But they’re worth it. Lana’s worth it. Just be patient.”
    Blake watched his wife interact with the others and longed to be by her side. “I’m trying.”
    “Now, about your friendly neighborhood ghost,” Alex changed the subject.
    “There’s a story for you. I wish we were closer on that one.” They turned toward the boardroom as people started moving back to the table. Blake wasn’t sure if Alex was right, but as Lana’s cousin, he’d known her longer than Blake had, so he’d have to listen to his advice for now, and hope he could make it turn out right.

    Lana’s stomach turned as she smelled the breakfast set out on the counter. Instead of making her usual coffee, she moved toward the loose dried mint leaves Sage kept on hand for tea. Though she was tired and could have used the caffeine fix, her stomach needed soothing. Again.
    She wondered if she was getting an ulcer. Though she was grateful to be free of the media mess that had plagued them in the months leading up to the hotel’s opening, things weren’t exactly smooth right now either. Managing a hotel was way more than a full-time job. And that didn’t take into account the stress of working with Blake almost every day.
    “Is it your day off?” she asked Rosemary when she saw her sitting at the island with a banana and cup of coffee.
    “Yeah. I thought I was going to sleep in, but my body is set for early rising,” Rosemary grumbled into her coffee mug. “We’re not totally booked today, though, so I figured it was the safest one to take off.” She eyed Lana. “Tea again? I don’t know how you’re managing without your caffeine fix.” She pushed her long, blonde braid over one shoulder.
    “I’ll have some at work. Right now I want something else.” She grabbed another banana and decided she’d order up some eggs in an hour or two if her stomach calmed down.
    “You look kind of pale. Are you sure you feel okay?” Rosemary set down her mug and studied Lana, who turned away. “You haven’t been yourself lately.”
    “I’m fine. I probably stayed up working too late. I’ll come home early today if I’m tired and take a nap.” At least she would claim that was the plan, even though she wouldn’t do it. She glanced at the clock and grabbed her breakfast. “I’m going to be late. I have to make my rounds before the meeting.”
    “Better you than me.” Rosemary returned to her coffee, but her blue eyes studied Lana over the rim.
    Lana hurried out before Rosemary could make any other observations. She was fine. She would be fine. Except this was the fourth time in the past week that she’d felt sick in the morning. She let the door between the house and the garage slap shut behind her and froze. She’d felt dizzy a few times in the afternoon as well. She tried to remember the last time she’d had her cycle and all of the breath whooshed from her body. It wasn’t possible. The timing had been all wrong.
    She nearly dropped her tea on the garage floor before she recovered enough to walk shakily to her car and put her things inside, then slumped into the driver’s seat. The hotel had been open six weeks. That meant she should have had two cycles, but she couldn’t remember having one at all since then. Since the night she’d drunk a little too much. Tipsy and needy, she’d turned to Blake and spent the night in her husband’s arms.
    Certainty flooded her and she felt tears rise to the surface. She was trying to get a divorce. How could she be pregnant now? She hit the steering wheel with her fist, then sucked in a breath, centering herself. She’d go somewhere that afternoon and get a pregnancy test. Somewhere far away where no one knew her. Until then, she had to pull it together. She had a hotel to run.
    Lana pushed the button to raise the garage door and pulled out to the street. No reason to worry until she had